Just a woman who once was Alive

 

A woman died, yet the world moves on so fast. A life giver passes away in her sleep, leaving everyone in tears. Everything she once desired dies with her. Everything she once owned becomes valueless, as it becomes a constant reminder of her face.

A naïve mind wanted to be happy in this miserable world. The desire to be happy is the most loveable parasite that chews our brain . she wanted to be happy like everybody else and wanted to be in love like everybody else. How can the world keep the love from her body?

Fate listened to her cry of loneliness and answered with foul play. It made her see all things she desired in her heart. It even conjured the love of her life. It gave her what she always wanted, the love of her life—a man to cherish her body and her eternal feeling forever.

God, it must have felt great, wandering around the desert for years to finally find a lake in the middle of nowhere. She stopped at the lake, let herself down, and looked at her reflection in the waters. She couldn't believe what she saw, and slowly her hands reached the water. She grabbed water and threw it on her face to wash away the tears.

For some strange reason, the water felt cold on her face but warm in her hands. She couldn't stop; she fell into the lake and enjoyed everything life gave her. The love of her life was the only way she could satisfy her thirst. He became her only source of trust, emotion, and love.

Power can be deceiving to many people when they have it around for a long time. He eventually saw it, the power he had over her. The dependency of her soul was in his palm. He wasn't going to let it go soon.

He thought of many contrived ways to fulfil his demented desires. And she accepted it all; not even once she thought about backing away from the ordeal. How can she? the play is immersive, the love feels real, and any violence feels like a wound that could heal in future.

She accepted him for who he was and who he was becoming. The power knocked on the doors of insanity in his mind. Everybody heard her scream, but nobody came even close. Everybody who knew her wasn't there by her side. An empty soul cried in the room from the regret she had in the back of her mind.

But she fell in with the wrong crowd; every step she took created a giant brick wall on her back. A road leads nowhere, and she can't even go back as the wall is solid and thick, made from her past remorse.

She walked and walked and walked for miles. Everything she once desired, hoped, ambition, and dreams all washed away in the blink of an eye. She tried to share her feelings with the person she loved, but he already had what he wanted.

Every word out of her mouth became toxic to him. To him, she turned into nothing but warm flesh for pleasure, nothing more and nothing less. The voice that once made him get up early in the morning slowly turned into a dark cloud of vapour eating him inside.

Every action she did in her house filled him with unfounded anger; whenever she opened her mouth, it became a relentless noise he wanted to stop. But she never saw him in that light; for her, he was the same person when he appeared in her life.

There was no water left in the lake; instead, it was filled with sand. But she continued to rub her hand all over the sand like it was made of water. She wouldn't spit the sand out of our mouths, as her head made her believe she was drinking water.

Finally, the play reached to fateful ending; his ear started bleeding every time he heard her voice, and he felt an excruciating amount of pain in his eyes every time he looked at her. The smile on her face pleased him no more, and his mind started concocting the ideas of mockery every time she expressed joy in the household.

He reached a point where the love he once felt in his mind became a river of pure hate. The blue water of peaceful life slowly turned red, revealing the anger and pain in his mind. Both of them didn't know what was happening to the water as they were on a boat heading nowhere. After a while, the river swallowed them whole, leaving no trace behind.